In what has turned into a weird tradition, whenever one of the children has a set of vaccinations we’ll then pop over to St Albans for a spot of lunch and a walk. It came about after Betsy had her second lot of immunisations at twelve weeks. She became inconsolable so I gave her a dose of Calpol, bundled her into the car and drove until she fell asleep. We ended up in St Albans.
It’s always a bit weird going there, I was a student in St Albans many years ago doing a foundation year with the Uni of Hertfordshire (science if you’re wondering, I loved astronomy and wanted to pursue it despite being utterly terrible at maths). In my awful typical lazy manner, I failed to do any kind of work and unsurprisingly flunked my end of year exams and the city doesn’t hold memories of academia as I would like, but recollections of sitting in the local McDonalds drinking endless cups of their coffee (you used to get free refills in those days) and watching bands in the Philanthropist and Firkin pub (I once saw Babylon Zoo there. They were TERRIBLE.)
These days I do see it with different eyes and it’s hard not to notice how family friendly the city is. The place is chock-full of mums walking their children around town, visiting the millions of coffee shops and nice restaurants, popping into some gorgeous boutique shops before having a stroll around the park.
It’s hard not to notice the cathedral and I send most of my day walking near it and around the huge Verulamium Park. The city is charming and well worth a visit if you happen to be in the area. Arthur has another lot of jabs in three weeks time, so we’ll be back!